Mistakes.

Life throws obstacles at each of us
We choose to jump
Or we will fall
Then we have to face the bruised knees and mend the torn up hearts thrown carelessly on the floor

You can’t piece back a life with a new valve to keep our emotions pumping
You can’t mend what cannot be physically broken
We cannot count the tears that we cause others to fall
We cannot hide in our own warped misery that we others created

Mistakes mould you into a clay sculpture of who you are
Even with imperfections
Every single sculpture is unique
A little abstract
Even if someones seems perfect
They most likely have the most abstract sculpture
Behind their glorious façade

Learn, grow, be who you are
If things don’t work out
Better things will fall into place

Remember
Even the most accomplished sculptor made a hell of a lot of screw-ups
Before he created his
Masterpiece

Mould your own sculpture
With your own raw hands
Because you’ve only got one giant lump of clay